26-Apr-2001
3x4, 1x2 implied. Sap, fluff, PWP. Lemon. (but nothing really, really juicy)
I own nothing. You sue, that's your own darn fault.
I know this is short. My writing time has been really limited lately. *pounds real life into putty*
"I don't know who else to talk to about this." Quatre glanced nervously around the room, as if expecting one of the other former pilots to jump out from the shadows yelling "AHAH!". "I just thought maybe... you might be able to help me." He stared down at his own palms sadly.
Duo patted him on the arm. "I'm flattered you came to me. I'll do what I can to help out. Umm... what am I helping you with?"
"It's about Trowa... "
Duo blinked. "Trouble in paradise already?" To him the couple had seem incredibly happy together.
"Not really." Quatre shook his head. "It's great. I mean, once it starts... it's great... "
"Once it starts?"
Quatre sighed. "He's... shy. He doesn't like to make the first move. Once he gets into it he's fine but he doesn't like asking me for anything or telling me what he wants. I have to guess. Like the other night he just stood there over my bed watching me. I mean, I could tell what he wanted but HE couldn't tell me." The Arabian boy shrugged.
Duo relaxed. "Well, you've come to the right place for advice, then. I had the same trouble with Heero when we first got involved. I had to almost learn sign language to figure out if he wanted a backrub or a tuna sandwich. There's only so many ways to interpret a grunt and a glare." He snickered at the memory.
"So what did you do? Did he ever get over it?"
"I came up with a plan. It worked. Now he's perfectly happy walking into the room and ordering me to drop 'em and bend over."
Quatre blushed... "A little too much information there."
"Sorry, but my point is, I got him over his shyness and it will probably work for Trowa as well."
"What did you do? Hypnotize him?"
"Not quite. I simply gave him a means of asking that he felt more comfortable with." Duo continued. "Gift certificates."
"I beg your pardon?"
"I made up a book of gift certificates. Each one was good for whatever it said on it. Gave me a chance to get creative, too. I made one good for sex in the trunk of any car."
Quatre gasped. "Did he ever redeem it?"
Duo smirked. "Yup. I'm such a little hentai, ain't I?"
"I'll say." Quatre giggled. "Give me some more ideas." He picked up a pen and paper off of Duo's desk. "So what did you do when you ran out of certificates?"
"I made him another book. Oh, by then he was comfortable enough to tell me what he wanted, but it's still a joke between us. I'll go to the store and find one stuffed in my wallet, things like that. Although you should have seen the look on the Safeway cashier's face when I accidentally handed her a certificate along with my money. She nearly had me arrested!"
Trowa stood as close to the door of the house as he could, out of the driving icy rain, fumbling for his keys, when his hand brushed against something in the pocket of his overcoat.
Stepping inside the warmth of the building, he examined it closer. It was a small, neatly bound book with "Free Prizes" on the cover. He opened to the first page.
FREE BLOW JOB.
This certificate entitles the bearer (and barer) to one (1) free blow job at Quatre's House of Fine Dining.
Certificate good ONLY at above location.
This certificate may not be used by anyone other than the party it was originally issued to. Non transferable.
Bursting out laughing, Trowa leafed through the rest of the book, his eyes widening at some of the "free prizes" he was entitled to. A car trunk? Feather dusters? Toilet plunger??? Some of them were duplicates, he noted.
He choose one page and carefully removed it from the book.
Quatre glanced up from his computer game as Trowa entered their bedroom. "Hi, how was your day?"
He noticed then that Trowa was blushing deeply. He held a small book in one hand and a piece paper in the other. He was also staring at the floor.
"Trowa? Do you have something for me?" Quatre asked calmly.
Still red, the other boy silently handed him the paper.
Quatre glanced down at it and grinned. "Lay down. I'll be right back."
Trowa was nearly purring as Quatre rubbed the hot oil into his back, kneading the flesh firmly. "That feels so good..."
Quatre leaned forward and kissed the slick flesh. "I put a few of those in there. Thought you might like this."
Trowa leafed through the book again as Quatre rubbed more oil onto him. He ripped out another page and handed it to his lover. "Is there a limit on how many of these I can redeem a night?"
"No limits." Quatre promised him, accepting the paper. "Turn over."
Trowa complied, exposing his tightly muscled stomach and a raging erection. "Please..." he said softly.
Quatre bent forward, nibbling lightly at the taunt skin of his koi's neck and upper chest, working his way downward. His hands took firm hold of Trowa's legs, separating them, his fingers still slick with oil.
Trowa wimpered at the feeling of a firm suction on his sack, the hot tongue manipulating him back and forth. The suction moved upwards, and blistering heat encased his length.
Quatre alternated the tension, bring Trowa back and forth from the edge until the green-eyed young man had a definitely look of impending insanity about his face. He leaned in closer, taking the hardness deep into his throat, and swallowing around it a few minutes later as Trowa gave in to the ecstasy.
The Arabian lifted his head, panting. "I gave you a few extra of those as well."
Trowa smiled and handed him another certificate.
*******Limited Time Offer*******
Redeem this certificate now and receive one act of sodomy ABSOLUTELY FREE! This certificate entitles you to take it like a man, from a man. Offer good while supplies and stamina last.
"You know." Trowa caught his lover's eye. "Not to insult your creativity, but this whole thing has Duo written all over it."
Quatre glanced at the certificate. "He better not have..."
"No, I mean the idea in general." Trowa grinned. "That's not a complaint, by the way. I think I'm going to like my free prizes."
"You better." The blond kissed him deeply. "Ready to redeem your next one?"
"Oh yeah."
The End
(:./lasha/certificates)
